Showing posts with label attitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label attitude. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Of Deserts & Rainforests

I meant to put this thought up quite some time back but could/did not. Of course it hurt that my syllogism was based on a fact proven wrong, but what mattered more was that I had not only to admit my mistake but also give up my theory. You may not agree but I try to live by that philosophy, but I do believe that “Nobody stands taller than the one willing to stand corrected”. I am quite often willing to look at the parts that I may have ignored in order to stand corrected, naturally after having a thorough analysis of my critic of course. It does take time to change your perspective and get over your ego, I am able to do it in the end. Not stretching the jibber-jabber further am locking up the jabberwocky and stating what I intended to state.
  
Sometime back I came across a friend’s blog and replied to it by means of my own one.

Upon my blog, another friend of mine (Mr. Kaustav Nandy), replied to me vide a mail. The relevant extract from his comment was this:

Picking your point on oasis, I did a little google and came up with the following:

"Oases are formed from underground rivers or aquifers such as an artesian aquifer, where water can reach the surface naturally by pressure or by man made wells. Occasional brief thunderstorms provide subterranean water to sustain natural oases, such as the Tuat. Substrata of impermeable rock and stone can trap water and retain it in pockets, or on long faulting subsurface ridges or volcanic dikes water can collect and percolate to the surface. Any incidence of water is then used by migrating birds who also pass seeds with their droppings which will grow at the water's edge forming an oasis.".....http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oasis

My idea here is not exactly to contest your example, but while going through the above facts, it just hit my mind, that probably a better example could be the sandstone! (refer impermeable rock and stone above).

According to me, learning the art of "springing up the oasis" or "letting go" are equally important. Off course it sounds like a smart diplomat trying to play around with two of his accomplices and juggling the balance between. But probably some recent studies / articles I gone through and trainings I attended made me think like this. What I currently have found is, there is no single formula or theorem that befits all situations. You actually need to be the master juggler who shows the "situational" wisdom to spring up the oasis or let it go depending on the situation!!!!
 

Fair point Kaustav. I dare say that I might even have been wrong in registering what I thought about how an oasis is formed & hence stand corrected. I have tried to find the right syllogism and now have finally grappled the one I think is logically befitting. For the record I am also attaching the link which motivated me to develop the syllogism:
 
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Why_can_flash_floods_occur_in_desert_regions
Why can flash floods occur in desert regions?
Rains in the desert are frequently sudden heavy deluges caused by summer thunderstorms. Desert soil is thin and dry and cannot absorb a sudden rainstorm and there are few plants to absorb water. The rain rushes down hillsides and mountains and overflows arroyos, flowing into roads and homes in its path. They can occur suddenly and areas far from the actual storm can be flooded.

In desert, at times the sand is so tightly packed that water cannot permeate the top layer. To that extent I stand by my hypothesis of previous case. I agree that it is a landscape that has evolved over years of cyclical action of no-trees-hence-no-rain-hence-no-trees-hence-no-rain-hence-no… but let us analyze things from a point in time. In such an instant if there is a little bit of rain, perhaps the desert may hold it for a while, perhaps maybe not, I don’t know. But in case the downpour continues, the water having nowhere to go flows away and almost instantaneously gathers the form of a flash flood. (No, I haven’t been watching too much of Man Vs. Wild of late). It takes down everything that is in its path and destroys the landscape and devastates the environment.

On the contrary, in a rainforest, a much higher amount of rain gets absorbed into the soil because the soil is permeable. In turn it leads to a bounty known as a rainforest, which is akin to none other in the world. It happens primarily because the soil particles, unlike sand in desert, aren’t bound to each other. Thus seeps in the water; thus the seeds can germinate; thus the trees can grow; thus all forms of life can flourish. There have been instances in Brazil where the rainforest is cut down for agriculture & the landscape has turned barren, eventually becoming a prelude to a possible future desert. Agreed that it is us humans to blame for it, but the point remains something else. Had the soil not been permissive, it wouldn’t have held water. Had the soil not been permissive, it wouldn’t have allowed seeds to germinate. Had the soil not been permissive, it wouldn’t have allowed trees to spread its roots in itself. The particles of soil are permissive because they stick to one another, but if something tries to come in between, they don’t resist & mingle with the intruders. I might even mention that it is these very trees that later prevent erosion & maintain the particles of soil in its own place instead of letting the downpours pull them away from each other.

Looking at this from a philosophical perspective, this prevention of soil erosion in a rainforest stems from the assurance of soil particles that just because two particles of soil aren’t attached to each other, it doesn’t mean they’re not together. Behold, in the long run maybe those whom we thought were intruders might help us keep our near & dear ones with us! Whereas in the desert, a gentle downpour can separate the grains of sand like… well… grains of sand! The choice is ours, what particles do we want to be: the cold-fused sands that makes the desert & at times causes flashfloods bringing devastation everywhere, or the soil particles that forms life giving rainforests?


Thursday, 18 April 2013

Sand-made Oasis

It is easy to notice how inconsistent my blogging has been. I was hoping to write something since quite some time, but writer's bloc was an excuse for inactivity. That is when I read a post by a friend and was thinking of commenting. The resulting comment seemed to be too long but an apt size for a post. So here it goes.
 
For those of you who might want to read the actual post (it is not long at all), the link is below, am sure Suruchi would not mind:
 
 
For those who did not have either the time or the inclination to go through, or perhaps by some mighty stroke of luck were absolved of the onus of having to do so, the writer is hesitant of letting the precious things go and is naturally attached to it. She does understand however that it is not her prerogative to decide whether what she has shall stay hers or not. but she cannot help trying. It is then that she makes the widely accepted premise that sand, when held tightly in a palm shall only sift through your fingers, summerizing by saying, "Sometimes it feels life is nothing but a struggle to learn the art of letting go."
 
To that I have to say this:
 
Sand grains are very tiny & fine. Fine sands cannot be held tight as has been pointed out. Also note that finer the sand, more difficult it is to hold it.
 
But in the desert, sometimes the sand becomes absolutely fine. So fine that the two sand particles do not give space to anything else to come in between. Even a molecule of water is not able to slip through the particles. Water molecules are far smaller than sand particles, but the bonding of sand forms an impermeable sheet and when there is even a drop of water, it is not able to percolate into the hot parched earth. When many such water droplets accumulate and are not able to get drained, that is what gives rise to an oasis in the desert, which is a quite literally a life saver. Alas the affinity of sand particles for one another is not based on what the other particle looks like or thinks or feels but on how one can tune one's crevices to bulges in the other particles.
 
Hoping that the readers are wise enough to draw logical conclusions & praying for an oasis to spring up to everyone of you; even if there are no deserts in your life. Remember that nature shall only bestow upon us an allegory, the rest is for us to do.
 
Hasmukh :)

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

Power? Really?

Of late I've formed a rather dismal view of this world. I've finally realized that the thoughts that we've been fed all day long, day in and day out, that "You can change the world" sometimes seem to be very hollow unless you have muscle strength.

Alvin Toffler in his book "Power Shift" articulated on the 3 basic sorts of power: Brute Power, Economic Power, Knowledge Power. He said that the days to come, the world shall be ruled by those who have the Knowledge Power, but I strongly disagree and believe that Brute Strength has always been, today is & shall continue to be the strength that supercedes all other forms.

Imagine a millionaire with a gun on his head: who has more power? Now if you talk about "knowledge" as a source...what will a "knowledge worker" do when he's in the place of the millionaire?

The governments of the world are powerful because they have brute strength. During the days of cold-war, the USSR had a much more versatile arsenal of traditional weapons than the USA. USA on the other hand had a similar advantage in the nuclear weapons category. But what made them the both more powerful than others was that they had the weapons & others did not. If someone says "Oil is power", ask him what happened to Iraq, Kuwait, Vietnam and so on. The wars involving these countries might not have had a significant conclusion, but it very well proved the point that having oil doesn't mean that your right to live will be safeguarded.

I guess the only weapon that can over-rule brute strength is the “Perspective Gun”. (I must say, this has been my dream superpower even when I didn’t know of the existence of such a weapon, even though it is just fictitious; after all, to make others look from your perspective is the best thing to do to control the world!) It is described in “Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” as the ultimate weapon. Whenever fired, it makes the subject see things in perspective of the one who fired the gun. Apparently it was invented by angry housewives, who were tired of using the phrase “You just don’t get it, do you!?”

I have harangued too far. My only concern is that with all the governments laying down the foundations to a police state (oh please, give me a break, don't you tell me I'm wrong. If you're so strong, prove it by leaving a comment.) what is the common man's life becoming like? Can I really change the world without brute force?

Hasmukh :)

Saturday, 4 October 2008

Vitamin M

This is my first Third Party Publishing; and to think of it, I'm not even charging any royalty for that! Actually one of my good friends has written it. I hope you'd enjoy reading it as much as I did…

The power of money:
Believe me you don't own it.
It owns you.
It makes a slave out of you.
During my high school days I used to write compositions and essays on the very very familiar and global topic "The virtues and vices of money".
At that time I used to think how can money be a vice, when I dint have the money to buy that Westside tshirt or when I had to compromise on that Kwality walls gaddi waali orange candy even if I fancied a baskin robins choco almond.
Those were the days
And now ……These are the days
I just love the last day of the month
Waiting eagerly for that beep on my cell telling that it has arrived.
That thing..for which takes 30 days to earn but only 3 days to spend…
You should see the grin on my face …while walking in the ATM…as if I am I big time queen and with one sweep of my hand,…I mean my card…the money pours in..
As if it were a magic…just clap your hands….the money arrives…just clap back again..and it disappears.
And then after you punch in the 4 little sweet words….in the machine…no no..its not I love you too…its your 4 digit pin number…dodo….
So so as you feed in the numbers..the noise that the machine makes…..while throwing out the money…is so so…..like honey on my ears…not that I would actually like honey on my ears….
Anyways….
Talking about money…
Why is it said that money cant buy happiness….
I mean…its so easy to understand see….
I have money ..i go and buy clothes….i am happy J
I have money and I go and throw a party to my best friends at aromas of china.
They are happy . they are happy so I am again happy.
I have money so I am sponsoring my parents tickets to Disney. Seeing them so happy …I am very very happy now. J J
What more could I ask for!!!
So doesn't money buy happiness?!
Yes it does…

Once again, going back to school days & nursery rhymes, the consumerism theory can be best summarized as:

To office, to office, to get a fat pay-cheque;
Home again, home again, without a penny left!

It has been over a month that my account experienced an ECS for the first time. And I could feel the joy with blood gushing in my veins as I punched in the numbers **** in the ATM. (So now you know my code, don’t you?). As the account balance numbers popped up, it was as if by magic that there was a tremendous increase in my bank-balance from where I’d left it.

But happy times don’t last forever. As soon as I go home, the land-lord is waiting in anticipation of rent and then there are bill to be paid for cell-phone, electricity, etc. which teleport my soul from the magic land of jack’s beanstalk and I once again start waiting for the day when the miracle of salary shall manifest itself and give me one more reason to live. In the hope that that day arrives soon…

Hasmukh :)

Monday, 16 June 2008

Sloppy Sunday

Well, today is a lot different in my life than all other days. All these days I've been holding very strong views about almost anything, provided I cared enough for holding a view. May it be the Indo-US nuclear deal or the World Gourmet Summit 2008 in the midst of international food crisis. I used to wonder how can people be so indecisive about issues.

However, I am having the first sunday on the job. Got up late after a long time and don't feel like going for hygiene activities (read bathing, which by the way, I'm highly pirticular about) after the clock has struck 1:35 p.m. And now I think that it doesn't matter if it rains outside or heats up like an oven, I have no intentions as of now to go out anyway. I don't care at this point of time if Soniya Gandhi leads the country or Manmohan Singh does or anybody else for that matter. It doesn't matter to me much if the people really believe about Global Warming to be true or not. I believe the only thing that matters to me right now is the mood of just doing nothing after a long long time. As one of the advertisements of the recent Shoppers Stop campaign goes to say, I’m “enjoying doing nothing” after eons together.

So living up to the feeling, I'm just going to let you imagine the feeling of doing nothing at all and them multiply it by a few hundreds. You anyway don't have anything worth doing if you're reading this in the first place, so I have firm reasons to believe that I'm being successful in my attempt to make you experience what many of us call "vellapanthi".....

Hasmukh :)
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P.S.: Yeah, I was too sloppy to upload the post so uploading it at midnight!